Megan Plaquemine Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Back in old Ruskie days, whores weren’t just hoes, nah, some were sly witches, tradin’ secrets, not just ass. Imagine dat—babushka pimpin’ in fur, smokin’ a pipe, wild! Makes me laugh, like, “What a gal!” But den, zlo—anger—hits. Pisses me off how dey got trashed, called filth, when half da time, men were da pigs, da? Hypocrisy, bleh, wanna smash somethin’!

Filthy Hooker Soap | Oatmeal Honey | Filthy Farm Girl

The city is rich in small-town charm, with old plantation homes that recall its founding in Plaquemine (whose name is a Native American word for "persimmon") is a former logging .

So, eh, I work as a masseur here, and lemme tell ya, I see all the secret nooks and crannies—stupid, fat hobbit! There’s good ol' Main Street, where you can wander past the old brick building near St. Mary's like in some surreal scene, ya know? Uh, there’s also Church Street, which is all cobblestone and history, and sometimes I pass by the little, hiddn café—oh my dear, so hidden, you almost miss it if your eyes aren’t watchin' carefully.

Krewe of Comogo rolls through Plaquemine on Sunday